Fight, fight, fight, "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones," displaying array and battling fierce dragons.
"Heeheehee!"
The Sword Child giggled. Clasping the Zi Ying in his arms, he drew his swords with both hands, and with a majestic slash, a sword qi of destruction burst forth like purple thunder, charging fiercely toward his opponent.
"Here I come!"
Old Sword's long howl approached, and with the Qing Suo sword in hand, he executed a slash that radiated jade-green sword light containing the essence of creation, devoid of any murderous intent.
However, the Sword Master in the center, with a flick of his fingers, transformed the essence of life into the energy of death, creation into destruction, and concealed within it the posture of Chaos Yuan, leading to illusions ephemeral and unreal, falsities within dreams.
Such an attack was riddled with killing intent and filled with extreme peril at every turn.